It was a Sunday afternoon, and You were hosting a small party, for a few friends. You had not told me who those friends were - only that dinner would be served for six people - of course, as You did tell me, I would not be included...
...for You told me that my role was to serve You, Him, and Your guests...but I had not expected for You to insist on certain details...or perhaps I did, knowing You as I do.
I was in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on a cheesecake, with fresh strawberries as a topping, and my skirt swished against my stockings as I moved to and fro...
...oh, skirt? Stockings? Of course You would have me dress as a maid for this party. Perhaps You were testing my submission, perhaps You wanted to see my reaction to being shown in this manner to Your guests tonight. But You dressed me in an outfit that was somewhat less revealing than a French maids' uniform, with a black sheer silk blouse and a relaxed crepe skirt, protected by a knee length apron, and the skirt hem about three inches above my knees. Of course, I was wearing a garter belt and stockings - this felt most unusual to me, but I soon savored the feeling of the garter belt around me.
My hair was coiffed and styled beautifully, and I was wearing makeup, personally applied to me by You. This was the first time that I had ever worn mascara, and I still was not used to the feeling, but I had to admit, after shaving my mustache off, that I did look pretty. And You seemed pleased, especially when I put the five inch stilettos on my feet...or tried to...
...this, You admitted, would be easier if You put them onto my feet, so I saw a sight that I never expected to see - You kneeling before me, holding my stockinged feet, and gently stroking them, before putting the black stilettos on to my feet.
Of course, You took pleasure earlier, as You prepared me for this evening, by making me endure an enema. Then, You waxed my body, removing my body hair, bit by bit, as I did my best to hold still for You. And the stockings felt very wonderful, as did the sleek black girdle panties You had told me to wear tonight. I felt very secure in the panties, which made me forget that my cock would have wanted to harden, to swell, to grow...
...but I was too busy, finishing the cheesecake, for dinner would be served in ten minutes, and You had told me that every course would be served at exactly the scheduled time, or else.
At that moment, I felt You standing behind me, Your hands gently rubbing my nipples through the apron and blouse. Not satisfied, You untied my apron, and removed it from me, and set it on the counter. Of course, all I did was breathe - I did not move from my position. You then stroked my nipples through the blouse, more insistently, more quickly...but my cock could not move, could not grow, imprisoned in the girdle panties as it was.
Then, I felt something being placed around my eyes - I was now blindfolded. Then, You told me to remove my blouse, and face You as I did, slowly, button by button, and You smiled at me, appreciating my performance for You, admiring my handsome chest and belly, framed from below by the suspender belt, framed from above by my made-up face.
Then, as I stood still, You lowered my arms, which were fully extended above my head, wrists crossed, as You had instructed me to do, and bound my wrists behind my back, with a wide band of something sleek and smooth, perhaps silk. Following this, You fastened a collar around my neck - not leather, but something very soft and plush. Clicking a leash to the o-ring on the collar, You led me out the kitchen door.
I guessed that I was in the dining room, but You led me past it, and into the living room. "Head straight," You prompted me softly, and I stiffened. Then, You removed the leash, and told me to kneel. I felt a pillow beneath my knees.
"Thank You, Mistress," I said, softly.
"Now, Mine," You told me, "three of our guests are very damp, and they need to be cleaned." I heard several women laughing. "But, in order to clean them, they have to have cum first - so you must make them cum, then clean them, with just your mouth."
I heard a male voice now - it was Master. "There will be another test, of course." He pulled me to a standing position, and removed my skirt, leaving me in panties, stockings, stilettos, and suspender belt. "You should do something with him," He told You.
In a moment, I felt a brush tickling my nipples. "Some rouge will make you look very pretty," You told me. "Now, you may kneel."
He spoke. "This test will be simple - you will see who you have made cum after you are done, and you must correctly identify the order in which you did so. You will be rewarded in any event, and punished in any event also - they will be determined by Me, based on how well you do."
"Oh, there is one more thing that we will do first," You told me, pushing my back down, so my chest touched a pair of ice buckets, so my nipples were touching the ice. "Lift your ass, Mine, and do not move, because you will be Mine tonight." I did so, and You removed my panties, down to my ankles. Then, You pressed against me, and I felt something press against my ass.
I knew what was coming, but You gently stroked my back. "Just relax, Mine, and it will be easier for you." I relaxed as You thrust into me. It hurt, even though You had thoughtfully lubricated the strap-on, but You took Your time, and I became overwhelmed with the pain from Your strap-on, the pain of my nipples from the ice, and the embarrassment of knowing there were guests watching me be taken by You...but I held still, kept my nipples in the ice, and my ass in the air, even as you told me, "Yes, Mine, I am going to fuck you now, and maybe, if you relax, you may cum too..."
...and, since someone was stroking my cock, a someone with a warm and gentle hand, I knew that You were doing this to me, because You were proud of me, and wanted to show Him that I was a wonderful submissive to You, and pleased You.
You began to thrust faster now, and began to moan. At this moment, the hand left my cock - a moment later, I felt a warm, wet mouth begin to take my cock, and fuck me with her mouth. As I heard Him say, "Wow!" at this moment, I knew that it was one of the guests, and she was fucking my cock in perfect timing with You fucking my ass - it was very hard keeping my nipples in the ice.
A moment later, I heard You cry, utterly in ecstasy, and that made me cum - that, and a mouth deep throating my cock - and I felt the woman sucking my cock cum as well - apparently, someone had been fucking her, and very well, too.
After a few moments, still blindfolded, almost in a state of collapse, my nipples aching and harder than my cock had ever been, with my stretched ass throbbing in excitement and some pain, damp with lubricant and probably my own blood, I was gently lifted onto my knees. I heard His voice, "I do hope that you paid attention to all that as well." He sounded pleased.
Then, a pair of hands gently held my temples, and pulled my head forward, where I sensed a gentle warmth, and felt my lips touch a very wet and very smooth pussy. My tongue reflexively reached out and began licking her. She smelled of cinnamon, which excited me, especially as she pressed my mouth firmly against her, so I could not breathe anything else except her scent and her excitement. She shifted my head slightly, so I could touch her clit, and when I began licking it, she moaned softly, and gently stroked the back of my head. When I sucked on her clit, she cried in ecstasy and she came in my mouth. I swallowed her, not caring that my whole face was very wet, not caring that I could barely breathe. When I was through, she knelt down, and kissed me, ravishing my mouth with her tongue, caressing my nipples, making me moan in helpless pleasure.
Then, immediately after she arose, I was pushed onto the floor, on my back, and someone sat upon my shoulders, pressing her bare pussy onto my mouth. I had lost my breath for a moment, I was knocked onto the floor that hard, so I did not begin to lick her immediately. She slapped my face - and hard - on both cheeks. I began to lick her, sticking my tongue as deeply inside her cunt as I could. When she began fucking my mouth with her cunt, my tongue went deeper than I had thought possible, and I was intoxicated by the scent of citrus - orange? tangerine? Whatever it was, my tongue fucked her cunt back as hard as it could. And her moans indicated that she was close to cumming, and her movements above me showed me that she was desperate to cum. And so she did, and her cum poured into my mouth, as I swallowed, and licked, and kept fucking her with my tongue, making her cum more, making her press her pussy onto my mouth more firmly, continuing to fuck my mouth until I had licked her clean. She did not kiss me, but slapped my face twice more, then arose, leaving me helpless on the floor.
Then, after a moment, I felt a woman lie down beside me, her face by my thighs, her hips by my head. She gently touched my cock, and it began to swell, and began to harden. She climbed onto me, her pussy pressing against my mouth, her breath blowing gently onto my cockhead, and I began to kiss her very smooth pussy, began to fuck her cunt with my tongue. It became harder to concentrate on her lovely scent - lavender - as she gently flicked my cockhead with her tongue. And she controlled the speed with which I fucked her, by the speed with which she used her mouth on my cock. Finally, after some moments, she pushed me into her throat, and I thrust deeper into her cunt, and she cried out onto my cock as she came into my mouth. She kept pressing her cunt into my mouth, and I cleaned her dry.
She then lifted herself from my prone body, then gently lifted me to my knees. I tried swallowing, but choked - despite all I had drunk, I was dry. A glass was pressed to my lips.
"Slowly, Mine, slowly..." You crooned, as I drank the ice water gratefully.
You then knelt beside me - this had never happened before. Obviously, He had told You to, and now, He spoke to me. "Now, for your test. You should know all three of our guests tonight. First, the order in which you made them cum..."
I thought carefully. Then, I knew. At that moment, I heard a lot of tittering. Apparently, they were quite amused by my discomfiture.
"Master, the first was Katarina. The second was Belle, and the third, Nichole."
"And who was where when Mistress was fucking you?"
This required some thought. "Nichole touched my cock with her hand, then Katarina sucked it, while Belle fucked her."
In a moment, a hand was touching my chin, lifting my face upward. I held this position once the hand was removed. In the next moment, my blindfold was removed, and I gazed upon Him. He was smiling - that cat who ate the canary smile...
